’Twas on that dark, that dole­ful night,
When pow­ers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God’s de­light,
And friends be­trayed Him to His foes:

Before the mourn­ful scene be­gan,
He took the bread, and blessed, and brake:
What love through all His act­ions ran!
What won­drous words of grace He spake!

This is My bo­dy, broke for sin;
Receive and eat the liv­ing food:
Then took the cup, and blessed the wine;
’Tis the new co­ve­nant in My blood.

For us His flesh with nails was torn,
He bore the scourge, He felt the thorn;
And jus­tice poured up­on His head
Its hea­vy ven­geance in our stead.

For us His vi­tal blood was spilt,
To buy the par­don of our guilt,
When, for black crimes of big­gest size,
He gave His soul a sac­ri­fice.

Do this, He cried, till time shall end,
In me­mo­ry of your dy­ing friend;
Meet at My ta­ble, and re­cord
The love of your de­part­ed Lord.

Jesus, Thy feast we ce­lebrate,
We show Thy death, we sing Thy name,
Till Thou re­turn, and we shall eat
The mar­riage sup­per of the Lamb.